Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Crown
the Duke replied, his voice softening.
‘Thank you, old friend.’
While they exchanged polite words, Millie entered with a tray of steaming tea and delicate pastries. She passed it to Eira, who stood by the door like a silent shadow.
Without breaking her composure, Eira poured the tea with careful precision. When she reached the Duke, she asked gently, “Would you prefer lemon, milk, or sugar?”
‘Everything’s in place. Can we proceed with the cleansing ritual now?’
The Duke smiled faintly. “Just sugar, thank you. My daughter’s tastes are simple. She often adds an infant’s heart to her tea; could you please inform the servants in Her Majesty’s quarters?”
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